The Call

Tomorrow, on December 30th, I had more meetings scheduled with representatives from the Netherlands and France, and I desperately needed some rest.

I made a quick decision to leave Ms. Brooks behind and took a taxi to a well-deserved 4-star hotel I had booked for all three of us.

The moment I entered my hotel room, I couldn't resist the fluffy bed.

I splashed onto it, my body instantly sinking into the comfort.

However, I set the alarm clock for 3:09, not to forget.

...

In the eerie realm of the Dreamland, the color of The Lord's nets turned darker and more ominous.

This only served to deepen my suspicions about the significance of distance.

The alarm clock turned out to be unnecessary, as I woke up after just 3 hours.

Fully rested.

I waited for another hour, before making the call.

3:19

I dialed up, 68213.

"Hello?", I asked when the call connected.

"Do not fret, The Lord can't hear us."